Guantanamera
Whenever I hear that song, or football chants sung to its tune (one someone someone, theres only one someone someone etc.) I am reminded of how much of a gimp I can be when drunk.

It was a couple of years ago and I was meeting my then-girlfriend's parents for the first time, I went out for dinner with the gf first so I verywisely decided to get very drunk. "An utterly foolproof plan" you might say. You would be wrong.

My gf was half Mexican and she had some of her non-english speaking Mexican relatives over so they were in a Mexican restaurant with music and dancing and stuff.

Although I can't dance for toffee, I decided to profit from my inexplicable feeling of self confidence and make up for in exuberance what I lacked in co-ordination, grace, and general skill on the dance floor.

After subjecting my girlfriend to some frankly bizarre dance moves (some slightly lewd) and twirling her about excessively to the latin beats, I took my seat next to her Mexican aunt. Non-English speaking. Now, I can't speak Spanish but I do happen to know the words to the song "Guantanamera". What could be more natural than to make use of this knowledge and serenade the aunt, thereby simultaneously impressing her both with my grasp of the Spanish language and culture and my pleasant singing voice?

This was what I was thinking in my poor drunken state. So I sang it. To the Aunt. And the Mother. Oh and a cousin. And everyone else at the busy family gathering.

To this day I involuntarily curl up into a little ball of cringeing shame when I hear that tune. And who can blame me?

I am so sorry for everything.
(chocolatepossum, Tue 29 Mar 2005, 19:40, Reply)